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When We Travel
03:37
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Silence is silver and grey,
Time traces lines with invisible thread.
We walk in our sleep through the day,
And the future exists from the wishes we make,
When we travel
When we travel
When we travel
Outside our heads.
Simplicity is not dead
Though we like to wrap our minds around what’s complicated,
There’ll be signs that can be easily misread
Though as each horizon disappears we’ll be looking straight ahead.
When we travel
When we travel
When we travel
Outside our heads.
Space is but a void we gaze upon,
Throw a wish into a well
And dream about a life you want to lead.
It’s never easy.
But a fear you cant console
May creep into your room,
A shadow on the wall,
A figment of your imagination.
Riding the waves onto shore,
Letting the fears fade and leave you wanting more,
All it took was to walk through the door,
And the world answered questions you’d never asked before.
When we travel
When we travel
When we travel
Outside our heads
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The Distance of Time
01:37
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His body moved like a restless breeze
They could hear him through the floor
His skin was hot against the cold white sheets,
He couldn’t sleep no more.
It was 4am past the witching hour,
Shadows fell against the wall
From the neon light at the all night diner,
And the rain began to fall
Far away from any place called home,
Far away from any place.
Three days south on the ocean road
He had walked a hundred miles,
In the summer heat, on the sleepless streets
He’d rest a little while.
She saw him there, just a silhouette,
He was talking to the wind,
His hair was dry, his feet were wet,
And there were diamonds on his skin,
He was far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place called home.
She crossed the street where his shadow fell,
Picked it up, gave it to him,
An ageless face on a nameless man
Who was simply walking,
Between the ground and the open sky
She asked where he was from,
In a breath he told her all he knew
In the next he was gone
Far away from any place called home….
Far away from any place called home… (repeat)
Now in the twilight hour, in her quiet room,
In her mind she spoke to him,
He could hear her voice on the open road
Like the sea was whispering.
His body moved like a restless breeze
Passing through an empty space,
He went to sleep on a city beach
With the moonlight on his face
Far away from any place.
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Road Trip
03:22
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I’m going on a road trip
Riding down a well worn path
I change my background story
Every time somebody asks,
I have worn so many masks.
Winding down the window
Letting in the breeze,
Breathing in the ashes
Of the burning redwood trees.
Time moves parallel with motion,
It’s the travellers disease,
We are all escapees.
Ooooh…
There was the lady in the wheelchair,
Her mirage turned all too real,
As she rolled along the highway
Waiting for a car, her life to steal,
I can’t imagine how she feels.
And the father in the campsite
Gives his child whiskey rye,
“Tip that bottle, son, that’s right,
Til you see the starry sky”
What a fateful lullaby.
So now I see the world through different eyes
As time slows down,
Forgetful dreams
Make no more compromise,
This road knows no bounds.
I’m going on a road trip
Riding down a well worn path
I change my background story
Every time somebody asks,
I have worn so many masks
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In Flight Service
03:02
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Holding hands,
Closing eyes,
Check-in lines,
Long goodbyes.
The inflight service includes broken hearts.
Photographs,
Now memories,
Sleeping mask
To hide the tears
The ground has left us behind now.
We were flying without wings,
Clinging onto broken things.
Seatbelt sign,
Turbulence,
On your mind,
One more chance,
The clouds are making it hard to see.
We were flying without wings,
Clinging onto broken things,
All those songs we used to sing,
Now as soft as whispering
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His body moved like a restless breeze
They could hear him through the floor,
His skin was hot ‘gainst the cold white sheets,
He couldn’t sleep no more.
It was four a.m. past the witching hour,
Shadows fell against the wall
From the neon light of the all night diner,
And the rain began to fall,
Far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place.
Three days south on the ocean road
He had walked a hundred miles,
In the summer heat, on the sleepless streets,
He’d rest a little while.
She saw him there, just a silhouette,
He was talking to the wind,
His hair was dry, he feet were wet,
And there were diamonds on his skin,
He was far away from any place called home,
Far away from any place called home.
She crossed the street where his shadow fell,
Picked it up, gave it to him,
An ageless face on a nameless man,
Who was simply walking.
Between the ground and the open sky
She asked where he was from,
In a breath he told her all he knew,
In the next he was gone.
Far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place called home.
Now in the twilight hour in her quiet room,
In her mind she spoke to him,
He could hear her voice on the ocean road
Like the sea was whispering.
His body moved like a restless breeze
Passing through an empty space,
He went to sleep on a city beach,
With the moonlight on his face,
Far away from any place.
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Green Sleeping Bag
06:06
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Four walls, an open door,
The radio, books on the floor,
The lights were on,
“hello? hello? Is anybody home?”
Night had fallen on the waves,
Keen white horses danced and played,
Three hundred prayer flags in the wind said,
“You’re welcome to come in”
oooh. oooh.
Through the first door,
On shelves leaning
Towers of years and years of meaning.
Through the second, beyond the kitchen,
The sound of someone sleeping.
And past the table there,
Piles of letters everywhere,
Across the carpet, down the hall,
I saw him there, just sleeping there.
Green was the colour of his sleeping bag,
And blue were his eyes when he looked up at me,
And said, “thank you for waking me.
“I’ve been dreaming a lot lately,
“Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up tomorrow
“Come, come, let’s have a beer,
“You can tell me the story ‘bout how you got here.”
Two wheels, a northern wind,
A humpback whale,
Strangers, friends.
A broken heart, a mended mind,
And you were not heard to find.
I kept the ocean to my right,
Rode through the day and slept at night,
When times were hard, those times would pass,
And he I am at last.
“Well, put your feet up there,
“Lay your blankets anywhere,
“There’s sixty years between us, yet,
“We’re just the same,
“We like to play
“Life’s adventure game.”
Tall were the mountains he’d lived upon,
And long were the roads he’d walked in the snow,
He’d been round the world more than eighty times,
Spoke several languages, mostly in rhyme,
His first love was music,
Just as music was mine.
We two sat on two stools,
Two fools, two strangers, now friends.
Sharing stories, pitfalls and glories,
Sipping on lagavulin.
We talked til the early hours,
In a cottage known as Bad Manors,
With only the ocean to hear our laughter.
But then it was time to part,
Our dreams were waiting to impart
Beauties that would appear, then disappear
Into the dark.
Sunrise, the morning lark,
Salt on the breeze, time to depart,
He took my hand to to me said,
“I know you well, more than yourself.
“The road is waiting, you’d better go,
“Think fast but live slow.
“And keep your powder dry,
“And your gun oiled,
“The winds at your back, pal.
“Remember me.”
I’ll remember you.
“Come back someday”
I’d love to.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Adieu.
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Rex The Travelling Dog
05:03
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He told me to look in the back of his truck
As he sat in the front with his knee socks pulled up,
I thought he was full of crap til I saw,
In the back counted four plastic legs of a dog.
Two ears, one nose, yeah it looked almost real,
Wondered, what was the deal?
Was this lifeguard for real?
I looked at this creature as it looked at me,
With a glint in its eye and a chip in its teeth.
A sight so strange, one that I’d never seen,
Round its collar of green was a note I should read,
Inside a ziplock bag it was sealed,
A mystery concealed that would soon be revealed.
I opened it up and unfolded the note,
This had to be a joke,
Couldn’t believe this bloke,
But then again this was the open road,
Where anything goes, I’ll just follow my nose.
I picked up this dog, put him under my arm,
He was warm from the sun, though the day’d just begun,
We walked to the window where Tyler was waiting,
Anticipating my next move,
Debating, should I take him with me?
Strap him onto my bike,
So I’d be quite a sight, it’s the weight I don’t like,
Instead let’s jus hang for a while in the sand,
Have a swim, get a tan,
How is that for a plan?
Make eyes with the surfers,
Bark at the sea.
It’s just you rex, and me.
Oh, and Tyler the lifeguard.
What a peculiar three.
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Mountain Pass
03:28
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Over this brave small road the wind blows,
Tree a bush are left behind.
Only stone and moss grow here,
Nobody’s left anything to find.
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Footfalls, feathers, wind blows westwards,
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Beauty blinding leaves you breathless.
The road descends down both sides,
Down both sides water flows and everything is clear.
A mist of clouds gathers up above,
Up above a rainbow kisses the stratosphere.
And in the far beyond the green,
The blue of the sea lapping on a shore,
How secretly it breathes and how my heart beats
As I see the world more lovely than before.
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Footfalls, feathers, wind blows westwards,
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Beauty blinding leaves you breathless.
I am ready to die,
Ready to be born again.
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Footfalls, feathers, wind blows westwards,
Oooh, on a mountain pass,
Beauty blinding leaves you breathless.
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Ballet of Birds
02:56
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Ballet of birds in the sky
Exploded out of a treetop on the side of the road,
Casting its net, catching dreams
Of every last sleeper on his way to being free.
Silently we sing to each other
Like two lovers on the wing,
Breathlessly we inhale every colour
As far as the eye can see,
A ballet of birds.
Drifting along, not a cloud
To answer any shadow’s mischievous ways,
A lacework of song ‘gainst the blue
They rise and they fall like the breaking of a wave
And they dance like a thousand kisses
Caught in a tornado’s spin,
Feathered hands caressing the spaces we are crowded in,
This romance with loneliness survives on the tails of the wind,
Beating fast invisible hearts ever changin,.
A ballet of birds.
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Final Flight
05:32
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Early, before the sun is high
I curl up tightly in the blankets over me,
Outside the ocean wakes the morning tides,
And sea-birds spread their wings for this final flight,
This time, time has caught up with me,
It’s time, time for me to leave.
Passing the children on their way to school,
Surfers dance like ballerinas on the gentle waves,
Winding, these road are made of my dreams,
Burning, my lungs scream at the cars and gasoline.
This day was waiting all along to come,
To stay still would only undo what is done,
I weigh out my options, should I walk or run,
Either way I’ll ride toward the sun,
In this final flight.
Memories they have a tendency to fade,
Close my eyes and picture all the places, and the friends I’ve made,
Wondering what would have happened had I stayed,
Questions would still be unanswered and I’d be in the shade.
So I’m alone on this highway like a bird flying south,
But I’m home where perspective has been turned inside out,
This road has shown me there is never reason to doubt,
Even though it’s nearly over now,
In this final flight.
In this final flight tears flow into the sea,
Crashing to my right waves roll and all I hear
Is the wind beneath my wheels,
Just imagine how it feels,
When your destination nears,
The horizon disappears.
In this final flight I see all the colours of the rainbow washing over me,
The sand yellow and white,
The ocean emerald green,
And that roller-coaster right ahead is redder than I’ve seen.
I can smell the candy corn,
See those people passing by,
They are on a journey too,
Every person, you and I,
A kaleidoscopic view,
Where the land and sea collide,
In this final flight.
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Joanna Wallfisch Los Angeles, California
“Ushering you into a magical sound world… at once boldly individual and sublimely subtle”
★★★★ Jazzwise
Magazine
“When Joanna is on stage one can do nothing but pay attention” ★★★★Downbeat
“Wallfisch combines the intimate purview of a singer-songwriter with the technical liberties of a jazz improviser” The Boston Globe
“Wallfisch creates crystalline, inquisitive music” Wall Street Journal
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